Greek Fire on hold. Aber, Bombs away.

So, I have some bad news. The trip that definitely was is now that trip that almost was. Sadly, Nina has to work. Definitely lame. But on the plus side I'm going to visit Istanbul soon. I can't get the Hagia Sophia out of my head. Nor will Greek Fire remove itself. Plus germanwings is cheap.
On a lighter note (btw, if you want to ask for a lighter here you say: 'hast du feuer?' where feuer sounds like foyer...just in case you need to light a cigarette and you're surrounded by Pennsylvania Dutch), I had another tandem Thursday and it also went well. We spoke mainly English but it was all made worthwhile by one great discovery. Yes, you may have guessed it. While discussing swim class in high school I mentioned that cannonballs were the only dives I could do and that I was in the shallow end for the entire year of swim class. My partner then graciously gifted me with my new favorite German word. Yes. ARSCHBOMBE. It's not just a poop anymore - it's a cannonball.